Firefly Glen Light Up the Night

The brindled male gazes down at him through the darkness, fireflies lighting the scenery in the corner of his eye. The other continues to lie there, clearly confident enough to not be worried of Donovan’s intentions. Or perhaps he’s gambling with death by not keeping himself more alert. Anyhow, the large wolf dog just stands there, he will not act aggressively as long as the other doesn’t give him a reason to.

Though as those dull, golden eyes much like his own look at him to him, he seems unworried by Donovan’s presence. At the single word sentence the brindled male quirks a brow and a smirk slowly begins spreading across his maw. Then at the other obvious observation Donovan gives a single, shallow nod.

“Oh? Sleeping then? At this time of night?” He says sarcastically though, a bit of him is partly serious. “It’s prime time of the night for some action, no?” He hums slyly, mischief swimming about his eyes. “A hunt, a spar. Who sleeps these days?” The male asks cocking his head. Perhaps it’s just Donovan that doesn’t ever sleep. It’s obvious he’s asking for some kind of entertainment, whether or not the other gives it to him is iffy.